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Created on: July 31, 2009
You, yes.
Her, no.
And, that's the way it goes.
For you it's sold for the price of gold.
A different story she's come to know.
What she's been to told is
that she cannot hold
that she should fold
"Just go home"
"For me, it's right
cuz, I've got might
Know your place,
or fall on your face."
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